Ode to Spurge

Oh spurge you are the perfect weed,

You make me feel that I'll succeed

in ridding you out of my yard

but you are, in fact, extremely hard.

You pop up in the dirt and lawn

and don't need any water drawn.

I pull and pull and hoe away

and you come back the very next day!

You hide the ants under your flowers

that ooze with sticky milky powers.

But just at OSH today I spied

a postemergent while passing by.

I'll have to give that drink a shot

When it is not so dreadfully hot!